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clifford mate Poems
Born and raised here, sharpened to take life head on without fear,
I Will Write No More
This is my last wish, to sit here and enjoy my last meal, enjoy last drink with two or three friends get high and see how it feels, take a stroll down memory lane,
Don't pretend to care, because i know when i pass you will just snare, don’t take my life like Afro-cinema, for everything i do you just stare,
I stand here not as a man, i stand here not as a god,
Don't laugh at me when you see me washing cars down that drain, don't say I’m mad when you see me walking in rain,
This streets where i grew up, history is not upheld in this part of street, everybody knows that rights to freedom of rights is not upheld in this street, these streets where you can be robbed during day light,
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Born and raised here,
sharpened to take life head on without fear,
hardened not to shed a tear,
brought up to b the worlds spear.
Today is near but tomorrow is here,
mirage say nothing clear,
so just look here,
say every word in plain,
black or white blood is always red,
even those who consider themselves immortal do bleed.
Morning comes with glory,
as marriage is always a ceremony,
but birth of a divorce story,
it wont hurt if you say i am sorry.
Life is always a bitch, ...